I can only imagine season 3 of good omens with Crowley and Jesus chumming it up and Supreme Archangel Aziraphale having a bullocks time with it all
I drew this entirely sloshed I think it tulurned out pretty nixlcely all things considered
I can only imagine season 3 of good omens with Crowley and Jesus chumming it up and Supreme Archangel Aziraphale having a bullocks time with it all
I drew this entirely sloshed I think it tulurned out pretty nixlcely all things considered
early days in the Garden… i love thinking about Aziraphale at peak cute and naïve cherub :^]
I appreciate Neil so much for being that one author who reassures his fans that it will be okay… while other authors enjoy the weird “ha ha readers tears, love murdering characters.” (Can’t stand it)
I feel like he sensed how important this story is to people.
I want a “What We Do In The Shadows” themed intro for Good Omens. Like photos, portraits, newspapers, etc of Crowley and Aziraphale over the years. It’d be so fun UHDALQBUXW
Aziraphale claims that letting Crowley save him makes his Demon happy:
But we all saw his face in the Bastille when Crowley came to his rescue:
Therefore I argue that Aziraphale enjoys playing the damsel in distress just as much as Crowley likes to play the hero
i love that crowley was about to pass out when he had to shot at aziraphale. i love that aziraphale couldn’t come up with anything more threatening than “i’ll never talk to you again”. they’re both idiots and down bad for each other and if yall think they’d fight each other yall r just dumb. if they’ll ever go up against each other it’s gonna end w both of them (but mainly crowley) shaking and crying and throwing up on the floor. trust me on that.
“You don’t just see things in black and white. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta blur the edges.”
he wants to be aziraphale’s stay at home wife soooooo bad it’s embarrassing for him
i never posted this here bc it was during my tumblr absence but i still think this 2019 fanart is cute :’)
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you